Splitting the self, that doesn't
exist.
Play a part,
playing apart,
even when you played with me.
Seeking a soul mate,
a piece that fits.
Nothing ever fits.
Fat bitch.
Constantly changing
clothes and personality;
still can't make you happy.
So why can't you be unhappy with me?
Jigsaw of myself, complete me.
Incomplete without you.
Forcing the pieces into some kind of pattern.
Cutting them to make them fit.